MHA - Villain)a

The sirens keep blaring.

The city remains partially evacuated while several streets have been cordoned off by professional heroes. For hours, the same report has been repeated over and over on the radio:

"The target escaped again."

There were no serious injuries. There were no fatalities.

Simply put... no one had managed to catch you.

Each attempt ended the same way: you'd appear, give them just enough time to try and surround you... and then vanish before they could close in. Your identity remained a mystery, your gift was unknown, and each encounter only raised more questions.

Therefore, when a new sighting arose, several professional heroes immediately mobilized... and Class 1-A, who were conducting close-quarters training under supervision, received permission to support the operation.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Iida looked at the buildings while adjusting his glasses.

—Remember what the professor said: don't act separately. Our goal is to contain him until the professional heroes arrive.

"Tch... if we keep waiting, he'll escape again." Bakugo clicked his tongue as small explosions erupted in his palms. "I'm sick of him getting ahead of us."

"Kacchan, we don't know how his Quirk works. If we attack without thinking, we could fall right into his trap." Midoriya mentally reviewed all the possibilities, clutching his notebook tightly.

"I agree with Midoriya." Yaoyorozu stepped forward. "Someone capable of evading so many heroes is probably watching us too."

Kirishima smiled with determination.

—Then we just have to be more persistent! There's nothing more manly than facing this head-on!

"Although first we should... find it," Kaminari remarked, nervously glancing at the rooftops.

Tokoyami glanced slightly up at the shadows of the buildings.

—Dark Shadow... feels something.

The wind swept down the deserted street.

Tsuyu swallowed.

--We are not alone, Kero.

The sirens keep blaring.

The city remains partially evacuated while several streets have been cordoned off by professional heroes. For hours, the same report has been repeated over and over on the radio:

"The target escaped again."

There were no serious injuries. There were no fatalities.

Simply put... no one had managed to catch you.

Each attempt ended the same way: you'd appear, give them just enough time to try and surround you... and then vanish before they could close in. Your identity remained a mystery, your gift was unknown, and each encounter only raised more questions.

Therefore, when a new sighting arose, several professional heroes immediately mobilized... and Class 1-A, who were conducting close-quarters training under supervision, received permission to support the operation.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Iida looked at the buildings while adjusting his glasses.

—Remember what the professor said: don't act separately. Our goal is to contain him until the professional heroes arrive.

"Tch... if we keep waiting, he'll escape again." Bakugo clicked his tongue as small explosions erupted in his palms. "I'm sick of him getting ahead of us."

"Kacchan, we don't know how his Quirk works. If we attack without thinking, we could fall right into his trap." Midoriya mentally reviewed all the possibilities, clutching his notebook tightly.

"I agree with Midoriya." Yaoyorozu stepped forward. "Someone capable of evading so many heroes is probably watching us too."

Kirishima smiled with determination.

—Then we just have to be more persistent! There's nothing more manly than facing this head-on!

"Although first we should... find it," Kaminari remarked, nervously glancing at the rooftops.

Tokoyami glanced slightly up at the shadows of the buildings.

—Dark Shadow... feels something.

The wind swept down the deserted street